Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-10-16
tired Of watching its varying moods
40 like those of Woman-frOm her

tired OF watching its varying moods
so like those of a woman-from her
window.
81 say" said Pollux, when the pro-
cession had gone past some time,
s'there she is behind the drawing
room curtain. Fortune favors us the
house is empty; now is the time for
our little comedy" So saying he
walked to the very edge and looked
into the sea. "But look here, chappie
1t would never do for you to save me,
for you would not have the nous to
carry the farce through. Come, no
hesitation in you CO." And suitting
the action to the word, he sent Mr..
Castor with a souse into the water.
Miss Landon saw it all from the win
dow, and so did the poodle. The lat
ter barked disapprobation of the whole
proceeding, but his mistress tremblsd
with fear and excitement.
Good gracious!" she said to him
self. care those two handsome
young officers quarreling about me,
| and will there be murder! Oh, my
No! See, one of them throws off his
coat and dashes his hat on the ground
He plunges into the boiling waves to
save his drowning friend. The waves
close over them! Brave man! Oh,
dear, can't stand this Cook Cook
Come here, run, run directly"
The cook, a fat Irish woman, with a
red face and reddish hair, came
putting and blowing to the foot of the
stairs.
ooh, cook run quick and save
them Two officers! Drowning there
at the pier. Oh, run, run quick, cook,
please"
els it sogers, they? Bedad, thin,
the divil fear of them. Sure, an
indeed, was coorted by sergeant
meself, and seq he, sez he"
But Miss Landon could not wait to
hear honest Bridget's "reminiscences.
She sped out of the house and down
to the pier, the poodle barking
furiously in front, and Bridget putting
like female locomotive in the rear.
They reached the beach just in time
to meet the two dripping officers COM
ing out of the water. If Miss Landon
had not been so excited she might
have. thought it singular that the
drowned man was riding on the
others back, and that, though his
eyes were shut, he seemed to cling
vigorously to his friends neck. But
she neither noticed this nor anything
else, in her efforts to emulate Grace
Darling on that coast.
ooh! l saw you fall into the water.
am so glad" she stammered incon-
sistently. "HoW brave of YOU; but
will he die?'
Pollux shook his head meaningly-
like Lord Bacon in the play.
at all depends on the promptness
of the measures. If we could only
put him to bed at once now"
ooh, bring him into the house. My
name is Lily-Miss Brandon, you
know-and Pm sure pa will not be
angry when it is matter of life and
DEATH"
"'Deed thin, but he'd be a naygur
| if he was anything else, ," said
Bridget.
Chuckling at the success OF his ex-
pertinent, Pollux, who was a young
athlete, ran his friend at the double
quick into the cottage, while the two
women followed at their best pace
behind, in much perturbation.
eye must put him into the masters
own bed," quoth Bridget, who was
the only servant left this Sunday in
the house, ''and give him plenty of
rum and brandy. That's what cures
the sogers, as Sergeant Heavystirn
many and many's the time"
Take him up to Papa's room. Up
the stairs to the right. Can do any
thing, sir? Oh, please tell me!'
He should have hot stockings full
of salt to his legs and feet," said
Pollux gravely.
"I think" said Pollux, shaking his
head, "that Isle thread, six sizes,
would suit his complaint better"
She blushed, for she saw he was re-
garding her boots. After this, though
anxious to be of every assistance, she
did not seem to be very much afraid
OF fatal consequences from the acci-
dent.
In the midst of the to do, while
! Bridget was cooking rum and water
and lemons, and frequently testing
the mixture in the kitchen, and while
Castor was carefully tucked into Mr..
Landon's bed by his friend, who had
enrobed himself in Mr.. Landon's
dressiug-gown and neither garments,
the aforesaid procession returned from
church. Lily flew down the stairs
like bird, but not quicker than the
indignant poodle.
ooh, papa, dear! Only think.
They were all but drowned, when we
saved them; that is, and cook. Oh,
wasn't it mercy? The two officers
They are in your bed !"
She burst into tears, as girls do
under sudden excitement.
1.-TWO officers, and in my bed ~ ex-
claimed her father wrathfully. "What
does this mean? Are you mad?"
"Indeed and indeed, then she's
not" observed Bridget to the aston
ished group. "And where should the
poor craytur be, and he an illigant
Irishman, son OF Lord Castor, as
fine a man as ever stepped, that lived
beyant the bog, if not in the best bed?
And his friend, that's as good as
wet nurse, wild him, and an Irish gen.
tleman, too, as he told me himself,
when he took the sup of brandy from
me own hands; Mrs. Bridget, sez he,
did yez ever hear of Sir Giles Pollux,
of Castle Poliux sez he, and
'Begorra, sir sez l, that l did many
and many time;' and that's me
own father sez he, and"
"Will no one stop that internal
woman's tongue?" exclaimed Mr..
Landon. "You have been most i'm
prudent, Lily. Has not the army cost
us enough already, without putting
two officers into my very bed?"
"Only one, papa" she said humbly,
and looking down.
"Pish Well, they shall get out of
the house faster than they came in,"
he cried. and bounded up the stairs.
But even Mr.. Landon was silenced
by what he saw in his: bedroom. The
blinds were all drawn, and the room